Heavy Metal Kings - Devil's Rebels Lyrics
Outside the 83rd precinct station houseMembers of the Devils Rebels threatened to kill the policeWho were holding the three gang membersSome of the police ignored the gang's taunts but others did notI be the triple six O-G, homie, melt you like cheese on pepperoniDeath to phonies, the resurrection of TonyLike Dr. Malachi York in his hay day, I'm Dre DayMy brains spray like Jeru when he dropped on paydayMy brainwaves are rocket ships and space planesBetter yet freight trains, better yet A-KsRainy days make me think about my grandmotherAnd my uncle in the jungle with a bundleAnd the junkie gets the hungerWhen the humble seen the rumbles in the big parkCats'll run up on you for a parka, my projects was Clive BarkerIt was markers, monsters and conquerorsCorner liquor store robberiesShoot-outs in front of my school constantlyKicking over displays in the Milky Way, the filthy way***** around you catch a buck-fifty in your face57-14, FarragutDon't ever come around here on no mother*****ing faggot shitBeat you in the face with the ratchet kidLeave you resting in peace on some forever after shitWe them Heavy Metal KingsLet the hammers clickReady to handle shit, we talentedHomie, hand me that banana clipThis is books of bloodNothing surrounding me but crooks and thugsDrinking forties, smoking wakata cooking drugsMy shit harder than liquor that you would put in pubsI got Sierra ballistics that you could put in plugsI put my hand on the Bible, lie to the judgeI didn't even mean to be high but I wasI guess it's just a procedure to ride with my thugsI guess I'm just a believer in God aboveYeah, run up on your car for creamAlauddin on his deen, y'all know what I meanI ain't *****ing with small shit, only several heatersThe ice grill get you robbed, Sergio MartinezYour whole clique a bunch of broads, y'all all divasY'all on some Kanye faggot shit, all skeezersI always handle the rock, y'all all defenseDim mark at your chest, your heart weakensOkay, we critically acclaimed, lyrically we reignClinically insane, Heavy Metal King, Official Pistol GangI just [Incomprehensible], what seems to be the issue man?My main issue is y'all lame, we ain't the sameSo we ain't on the same page, we a different bookYou's a gimmick, type-gay, that's a different lookTrust nobody, loyalty is forbiddenSo when a nigga turn his back Paz four-fifth himEverybody, rah-rah, I just say they talkBut never sneak the fifty on me like I'm A-J HawkKilladel, Pistolvan, let the melee sparkThey barely scratching the surface, how they claim they sharp?Temple of doom, goon platoon, we just take their heartYour shit is terrible, your excuse to claim it's artMy presence in the vocal booth is like that of GodI try to school them but society is brainwashedBrainwashed
